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(08.04.02) (17:06)

(and now we dance like warriors on the battle field - only triumph in a moment of glory)

man, sometimes my lack of compassion kills me.

i was reading this entry of punk-loser's diary, and his whole idea about killing mentally handicapped (apparently i have enough compassion to not call them retards) people was very agreeable with me. not because they freak me out like nobody's buisness, as they do punk-loser, but because if you got rid of all the handicapped people, mentally or physically, you'd have that many less people in the world. which would mean less of the earth we would have to kill for shelter. sounds like a sweet deal to me.

i really didn't feel like writing this entry today, but im so bored it hurts. my mom is making a "turkey basted in blood" except it isn't basted in anything because its pre-cooked. she's gonna nuke it to. i hope it explodes. then they couldn't eat it.

grandmother's coming over today, for the blood-basted poutlry. she's insane, no kidding. *blinks* she actually just pulled into the driveway. whack.

once again, like nothing's new, family's gonna die if they keep annoying me like this. it really is unnecessary. i hate that word. can never spell it right.

more thoughts next entry.

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listening: the making of some sort of pastry thing on the food channel.

thinking: WHY does my grandmother smell like that?

feeling: like tomorrow should not take its sweet time in paying me a visit. just let this night be over already!

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